Brian

Tonight sucked. I hate cancer, and I hate death and I hate seeing another mother in angst. Oh, but how much I loved Brian- we all did. My heart aches with a heaviness I haven't felt in a long, long time. My eyes are scratchy and my chest is tight.

I hurt for his family and for ours, I hurt for his other friends and for those of us who are left missing his bear hugs and his high fives... those of us who miss the sound of his feet through our kitchen at 4 a.m. as he leaves for another hunting trip with our husband. Those of us who want nothing more than to see him wrestling with a toddler in our living room, or share one more spaghetti dinner.

Life is just so damn short. I can't say it any other way. Tomorrow my husband will deliver a Eulogy and help carry a casket. Tomorrow has come way too quick. Hug a neck, say a prayer of thanks. I am so grateful for those I have, but we have no idea when this day will be my last, or his last... or hers. He was, quite simply, remarkable.